Tuesday, May 10, 2016

I read an article about the timelessness of Erma Bombeck’s
books and columns in which Bombeck, in case you aren’t familiar, humorously
describes what her wikipedia entry refers to as “a period of intense homemaking”
in the suburbs. It was as if she submitted the entry herself.

And, therein lies the
everlasting appeal of this Ohio “housewife,” who would go on to pen 15 books,
most of which became bestsellers, 4,000 newspaper columns picked up by almost a
thousand newspapers in addition to major magazines. Bombeck went from earning
$3 a piece for her columns to $500,000 to $1 million a year in the mid-80s, all
by sharing the frustrations and joys of daily life – in a funny way.

What made her so popular? I say it’s because she reminds you
to laugh, not just with her, but at yourself - no matter how tired you are or
how messy your house is or how much laundry you need to fold. No matter if the
local wholesale food store calls and leaves a message that the frozen veggies
you recently purchased (and are cooking for dinner) MAY be contaminated with
listeria, and you should bring the receipt – not the vegetables – back to the
store. No matter if the part of the listeria-filled vegetable message that
bothers you most is the fact that the store has a list of who buys them. No matter
what kind of mother or father you think you are – good, bad, somewhere in
between – you have to laugh.

Speaking of mothers, I was first introduced to Bombeck at age
8 when my mom asked for a copy of her books. Now this caught my attention for two
reasons. One, my mother, for all of her many talents, was not a voracious
reader. Perhaps it was because her child, who was one beginning at a very early
age, burned her out on it. I can recall sitting next to my mom and having her
read me an Archie comic book over and over again, and her saying, in a fit of
exasperation at the chronicles of Jughead, Betty and Veronica (BTW, wasn’t I
too young for that?), “I’ll be so glad when you learn to read!”

Needless to say, I was delighted to look for and buy my mom these books, especially due to the second reason, their titles, for example, "The
Grass is Always Greener Over the Septic Tank" and "If Life is a Bowl of Cherries,
What Am I Doing in the Pits?"

I can recall knowing they were funny but not exactly certain
why. I remember asking questions like, “What is a septic tank? And why is it
greener?” and “What does the pits mean?” If my mom had an exasperated reply
then, I don’t remember it. Perhaps it was because she had Erma to share it
with.

By the way, Erma had kidney disease since she was in her
20s. She was told she couldn’t have children before having two of her own
(having already adopted one). She worked two jobs to pay for her college but
then failed her literary classes at Ohio University and was rejected by its
newspaper before running out of funds. She later enrolled at the University of
Dayton, where she worked 2-3 jobs, including one at a department store where
she wrote humorous material for the company newsletter before graduating with
an English degree and later becoming a lifetime trustee of the institution.

Why am I telling you this? I’m not. I’m telling myself. Today, I had a hard day. One friend described it as a post-Mother’s Day
hangover where you realize that you didn’t pick up any clothes because it

was
your day off, yet they are still on the floor, and although it had only been
one day, you’d already gotten spoiled having the kids get along so well and
willingly making you dinner.

I had come home after a very long work day that included
a 30-minute commute to the interstate which is ACROSS THE STREET (Sorry, no
road rage here …) to tired kids and no dinner. Worst of all, we had no tuna, a
fact that drove my son to his brink and me to mine. Somewhere around that time,
came the listeria call.

It was then that I remembered what I had read about Erma
Bombeck. Sometimes you just gotta laugh. Or write about it and let others do so
– either way, the result is the same. Both of us feel better.

About Me

Take one Georgia-based writer, mix with humor and everyday life, and you have Life as Leigh sees it.
Meredith Leigh Knight is an award-winning writer and columnist who — when she’s not playing dress up and taking refuge among adults at her corporate communication job — is continually pondering the mysteries of motherhood, such as why the words “Hey, Mom!” are never followed by anything good.
You may contact her at leighslifeblog@aol.com or follow her on Twitter at @leighslifeblog.